Gideon Nav

As soon as Gideon wraps her hands around Lan Wangji's fancy little sword it threatens to drop right out of them. "Oh, fuck—" She tries to compensate, brace for the weight, and manages to not fall flat on her face, but the tip of the sword drops to the ground, scoring long furrows in the frosty grass as she tries—and fails—to raise it to anything approaching a useful stance. It's like being ten years old again, badgering Aiglemene into letting her try to pick up the two-hander she'd found in the catacombs—the two-hander Lan Wangji is now wielding with ease. "You're strong as balls, dude."